Listen, I don't even know what I ate here, but I can tell you that I dream about it!
...Well, that 's not entirely true. I do remember that we ordered the Fried Cumin Chicken (or was it Cumin Fried Chicken?Fried chicken w/Cumin???). Anyway the name doesn't matter! It was succulent, hot pieces of crispy fried chicken buried under a blanket of cumin. And we got an eggplant dish, something to the tune of Xiang Dong Eggplant (it was a long a** name. I don't know it. I'm sorry. I saw chinese eggplant and I was like "Yes please!")
And I had a plan. I was only going to have one maybe two pieces of the chicken and try to load up on veggies. I mean a girl does have to watch her figure and I couldn't hit the clubs later feeling greasy fingered and fat! No way! Well, the chefs at Cuisine Szechuan blew my plan out of the water because after one bite of that food, a sinking feeling came over me. I remember looking at the heaping dishes in front of me and half-thinking/calmly emoting "F*** a plan." My chopsticks had a mind of their own and they just kept pulling glorious morsels of eggplant and chicken into my rice bowl. Even my friend who is a picky eater and doesn't eat a lot of Asian cuisine couldn't stop eating!
Well, needless to say we wrecked havoc on that food and stuffed ourselves good and proper. The food is amazing! I would absolutely come here again and it's not that far from the clubs on Rue Crescent (Crescent Street for you anglophones). Okay it's probably a ten minute walk, but you need to circulate your blood and wake up from the food coma before you start drinking yourselves silly.